Oh I’m so ready for autumn! This poem made me hunger for it even more. Enjoy!
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As fat, hot rain drops,
slams into the dry crust
it no longer sizzles on the blacktop,
but glosses rocks, kicks up dust.
The sweltered green woods
yielding to flaming collage,
gold and vermilion,
forest’s seasonal montage.
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Sacred Touches 
Yes, yes, yes. So ready for the brightly colored leaves and the crunch of fallen leaves while walking around. 🙂
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Amen and amen‼️😊
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